I'll Smash Everything with Passive Skills-Chapter 75: 0. Trap (2)

"Your Highness, the Princess. Please give your command."

There was no need to say it; they were demons planning to commit heinous acts.

In the blood-soaked scene, the commander of the knights spoke.

"Unfortunately, what I would like to ask is not the extermination of them."

"What do you mean?"

"Since the extermination of the demon worshippers will be handled by Veris here, it would be good to capture those trying to escape from this scene."

"...Your Highness."

Maria's command raised numerous questions, but the knight did not bother to ask for reasons.

A knight is one who follows the orders of their lord.

There was no need for his personal opinion to interfere.

"You're more capable than I thought?"

"Hehe."

"How dare you! Do you know who this person is?"

Veris casually spoke, and sparks flew from the knights' eyes at his demeanor, but Maria gently raised her hand and said,

"Enough. My brother has already permitted it."

Maria's words were short but carried tremendous power. The knights filling the square looked astonished.

Maria Theresa, the princess of the exalted Vera Empire.

To be allowed to speak informally to her was astonishing.

"Then, I will protect Veris!"

With her hand on her waist, Maria boldly declared.

"How do you know such things?"

Veris couldn't help but laugh.

What had just been a scene drenched in sticky blood now felt like a peaceful conversation.

"So."

Turning his body, Veris looked at a group of people engulfed in fear.

The appearance of the royal guard knights following Princess Maria seemed unexpected, as the demon worshippers all wore blank expressions.

"Let's see this through to the end. You stay out of it. I might accidentally kill you."

"...!"

Veris's finger pointed precisely at a girl.

Yunafint Lunaciel.

A girl of questionable origin who was moving alongside the demon worshippers, despite being a priestess of the Holy Kingdom.

"You've lost your mind. Did you think you would lose to someone like you just because the situation is unfavorable?"

The old man snorted at Veris's relaxed voice.

It was a situation he could not deny.

He had no idea how they had been driven into this place, but there was still a chance to achieve their goal.

Swish.

"Die."

The old man muttered quietly, summoning an astonishing level of mana.

The creeping dark mana continuously wrapped around the small dagger, enhancing it with mana.

This phenomenon soon created a remarkable sight.

The fact that it was merely a small dagger was overshadowed by the purple blade that surged forth.

Without hesitation, the old man swung it. It was a vicious move meant to kill everyone present in an instant.

─ Whoosh!

The blade came rushing in without warning.

Filled with a dreadful killing intent, it flew toward Veris and the students gathered around him.

Clang.

"Old man."

"W-what?"

What startled the old man was a fleeting moment.

The scene where the sincere mana strike vanished into nothingness.

Let's revisit that.

Reacting to the blade, Veris casually slashed his sword through the air.

The released white light greedily consumed the old man's blade and then annihilated it.

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It wasn't hard to understand.

It was quite common for someone with overwhelming mana to nullify an attack.

However, the problem was that the target was none other than the old man himself.

The mana-laden attack was negated.

Why? Because an incredibly powerful mana had intruded and shattered it. And what that meant was.

"You were hiding your strength."

The old man admitted it willingly.

The move he had just shown was, unbelievably, not something an ordinary academy student could produce.

"Ha."

Seeing the old man's shocked expression, Veris let out a deep sigh.

"I've never hidden my strength."

At Veris's words, Cecilia nodded vigorously beside him.

"That's right! Veris is someone who always gives his best! Though he can be a bit lazy and sleeps a lot."

"Yeah, thanks."

Having received Cecilia's not-so-inspiring defense, Veris slowly lowered his sword.

He pondered.

The position of the enemies, the location of the trembling unnamed student in the corner of the square, and the positions of the allies gathered around Veris.

─── Whoooom!

Powerful and pure mana began to converge on Veris.

For anyone who could see the flow of mana, it would be a shocking sight.

At that moment, Grand Duchess Evangeline was watching the situation beside Arwen, wearing a bitter smile.

"Beautiful."

It was beautiful.

Behold the spectacle of pure white light moving solely for the man named Veris.

People who could grasp the general situation through the atmosphere or the flow of mana.

Unlike them, the Grand Duchess Evangeline was observing the situation with her exceptional ability.

The eye that sees mana. It was both her blessing and the curse that had caused her father to rest in peace.

"Don't move."

It was Veris's shout as he raised his sword at an angle for a wide-range attack.

At Veris's sudden voice, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

"Anyone who moves from now on could die."

At Veris's fierce voice, everyone in the square wore astonished expressions.

"Uh, can't we just leave it to the royal knights?"

One student, who had been trembling in fear until now, mustered the courage to ask.

But.

"Beautiful..."

"Radiant..."

"That person is light. Just light..."

The state of the royal guard knights, most of whom were from the academy, was strange.

It was a near-divine manipulation of mana.

The knights witnessing the scene were not only dazed but some even blushed and trembled.

"Similar, but they are greater than me."

It seemed Gunther also noticed that the situation was not looking good.

With Gunther's brief evaluation, all eyes turned to him.

"Or not. Seeing your brother's boldness, it's only natural for everyone to react like this."

──── Fwoosh!

It seemed the mana charging was complete, as Veris's sword emitted a bizarre blade light.

Having refined the mana to its limit and pushed it in, that scream-like light proved to contain immense power.

"This is..."

The Second Seat of the Twelve Black Seats.

The old man stared blankly at the scene with moisture in his eyes.

Amusingly, the group of demon followers standing behind him, looking dazed, had a similar reaction.

"Oh, my God."

The old man closed his eyes.

Was he searching for the god he believed in before overwhelming power, or did he believe that Veris was the god they had no doubt about?

Soon, a transparent liquid dropped from his wrinkled eyes.

"Why did you come now?"

The light contained in the sword began to surge like a tidal wave, crashing into the square.

That massive wave had now become a single flow.

*

"...This is a detailed record of the incident that occurred at Vera Academy."

The aide with a neat impression finished speaking.

A middle-aged man, quietly listening to his words, tilted his head.

It was a report that was hard to believe.

Although he was one who protected the peace of this empire, how could he trust such vague words?

"It's hard to believe, but it seems I must."

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He then lowered his gaze and looked at the written paper.

Veris von Vitelbach.

The reason he reacted this way was partly due to the strangely unfamiliar name.

"A Sword Master. And yet, he is still a student at the academy."

The middle-aged man scratched his head.

"He still has a long way to go. It's quite ridiculous to try to turn a blind eye to the truth."

Realizing his mistake, the middle-aged man was now wearing a self-deprecating smile.

Perhaps he had been unconsciously thinking in a narrow-minded way.

He too had received a title at a young age.

Though he didn't particularly like it, that title had followed him like a name tag throughout his life, and now it felt familiar.

If that was the case, would the situation be any different for others?

"I believe he has sufficient talent to become the disciple of the Sword Master."

The aide adjusted his glasses.

The middle-aged man, or rather the Sword Saint of the Empire, could only nod.

"If the contents of the report are true, then there's nothing more to say." Thud!

The Sword Saint stared at the last part of the letter placed beside the report. He then dipped a large seal in ink and stamped it on the letter without hesitation.

"Send it to the academy quickly. Tell them that the future master is eagerly waiting for his disciple."

"Understood!"

With a formal bow, the aide exited the office, and the Sword Saint let out a weary laugh.

"Haha! I hope my future disciple is a monster like me."

The life of the strong is dull. To escape that boredom, the Sword Master chose to train a disciple.

It wasn't as easy as he thought.

It was said that there were two divine swordsmen in this continent.

One was from the Wallenstein family of the Gallia Kingdom, and the other was from the Hindenstaufen family of the Vera Empire.

The name of the protagonist was Frederick von Hindenstaufen.

It had been so long since he was called the Sword Master that it now felt like an awkward name.

*

"Veris! Another letter has arrived!"

"You never tire, do you? It's probably another sponsorship proposal. Just throw it away."

"Got it! Arwen, he says to throw it away!"

Watching Cecilia run off, Veris shifted his gaze back to his book.

"Hmm."

For some reason, he had felt an itch in his ears since earlier.